Maineiacs- when we see a neighbor, or even stranger, getting their mail

We stop our truck in the middle of the road without fail,

We can talk there with ‘em for an hour, we’ll wave you by

just smile and nod, DON’T blow your horn, and don’t ask us why.

Most Mainers are friendly, though gruff, we’ll lend a hand,

Whether you’re stuck in snow or building a castle of sand.

And when we stop, like you should stop, at a four-way sign,

we wave and nod, if you actually stop, we’ll say “Go, ay, it’s fine!”

We will welcome strangers, even you, as if we were old chaps

With our quirky ways, shotguns, and our bear or lobster traps.

We drive our trucks to go fishing, down muddy trails,

With tires so big, they could tow bull moose or whales.

Our state flower, though lovely, you won’t believe,

It’s a pine cone, I do declare, not a petal, stem, or leaf!

Yes, in pine cones’ woody “petals”, we see nature’s beauty rare,

A symbol of strength through the harshness, we always bear.

Like a lighthouse in the darkness for you, we shine our light.

Like cold cough syrup, our spirit, like Moxie bubbles with might.

Just embrace the Mainer culture, the cold, the poverty, and the fun,

You’ll leave with stories, though you might not like every single one.

So, if after this, you still want to visit the great state of Maine,

You’ll find that us Maineiacs aren’t dangerous, just lovingly insane.